Best of 2012

Best I ve heard in 2012 „Hello, i m … i was working for a feminist organisation and we fought for the criminalisation of clients. And i want to say: I m sorry. I was wrong. Your event made me change my mind. Completely. I am sorry.“
Where? At Glasgow SWOU event 17 dec 2012, I joined to meet my folks and to read my poem on the 17th. Thanks to Luca & Molly for organising and all the fantastic people who joined this event.

winter 17/12/2012


this is not a love song

you know me
I’m an escort girl
and my heels prick the ice
like spikes

my brain is to amuse you
my mouth is to praise you
my sensuality keeps you warm
my sirens song whispers the way
and my heavenly scent
release you
in your endless days

but once a year
after the petals have wilted
and before the first snow starts falling
my voice raises into a gruesome howl
a song in a choir of grief that has to be made

sung for all my global mates
fallen and wounded in the battle of life
for their families and friends
on the 17th of december

We throw our fist in the air
from hands that always care
which stroke fluffy balls and weary heroes
by hands at arms to embrace
not made to held candles

We reaching out to the lost
extend the hands to their souls
our voices reach the sky
to commemorate those
who met their fate
which is not a really one at all

violence, stigma and murder
purely made by man
and their accomplice jurisdiction
and a brutal legislation
because „they“ disgrace the name of justice
not my mates

who lost their lives
in pursuit to bring happiness and adult fun
pure entertainment without obligation
by a service made with commitment and love
why this aversion and aggression against „us“?
what have we done?

© Ariane 2011


A bed for the night


I hear that in New York

At the corner of 26th street and Broadway

A man stands every evening during the winter months

And gets beds for the homeless there

By appealing to passers-by.

It won’t change the world

It won’t improve relations among men

It will not shorten the age of exploitation

But a few men have a bed for the night

For a night the wind is kept from them

The snow meant for them falls on the roadway.

Don’t put down the book on reading this, man.

A few people have a bed for the night

For a night the wind is kept from them

The snow meant for them falls on the roadway

But it won’t change the world

It won’t improve relations among men

It will not shorten the age of exploitation.

English translation of Brechts poem „Die Nachtlager“ found here.

Follow Laura Augustin from page 89 ff. of the same document:

”Why do I call it the Rescue Industry”, Presentation by Laura Augustin at the Nordic Network conference, Oslo, 31.05.12

Please follow her blog The Naked Anthropologist – Dr Laura Agustín on Migration, Sex Trafficking and the Rescue Industry and read her impressive publication Sex at the Margins: Migration, Labour Markets and the Rescue Industry, published by Zed Books in 2007

Who is

Bertold Brecht?

a poem

Swollen thighs
transcendental Love
mirroring, echoing, joywaving me
djing Reality not as easy

recycled knickers

I walked out the hotel
not knowing where to go
I remember that night
with You
tiredness approaching me
thanks for this unexpected Closeness
incredible decision
the furry feeling on my tongue
pollen in the air dont care
your precious perfume sticks around on
crowded sidewalks
my heels limping
my bag weighs tons of memories

© P. & G. & me


by my friend puma perl

Hot German Chick

Happy umbrellas cover street endings
on Broome and we make more fun
more fun more fun, stand naked
on deserted streets, I will change
the sheets when I return and you
will make more fun, more fun

Not entirely his or mine, lies
uncover truth on broken beds,
the couch is fully dressed
I wear pillowcases, you’re a peek
a boo girl, crazy genius him, you say,
more fun make, more fun more fun

read more here

happy old year

Mit diesen Bildern und Tönen verabschiede ich mich von euch aus dem alten Jahr …

Hookers are the Best Roles in Town
by Ellen Fox
in Rotten Tomatoes Show:

Orgasmo Retardo – Musik des verzögerten & übersinnlichen Orgasmus

thanks to Marc of Frankfurt